The Greatest Disease I
Read all III or you will not see
I awoke, my tears were flowing and I could not
stop the sobs that were tearing from my soul.
Though it was mid-day, it was dark, it was always
dark. The sun was shining but darkness of the
heart obscured its rays. Mom was dying and while
it was not a necessary death, it was going to
happen. I was not thinking of myself, although I
knew I would not survive her passing. My sickened
soul was torn by the futility, the heartlessness
and great weight of unconcern. My siblings, great
Doctors, Scientists, and Priests among them
explained somatically, mathematically, and
ethically why it was going to happen, however, it
was still unnecessary. I was young, just the
blink of an eye, the ink of my birth certificate
not yet dry, I could not survive without my
mother, nor could they, but truth be known they
did not care. Yes, I had not historically great
years but even in my short tenure, I could see
the decline. The shine of her hair, the gleam in
her eyes all this was dulled and I knew the fluid
circulating through her system was poisoned. Her
breath had the stench of decay and they would not
stop her going away. It was cancer I was told,
insidious, unchecked, out of control. Yes they
knew the diagnosis, but their crime was, they
knew the cure and for this cancer it was not
harsh. No surgery, chemotherapy, and with
reasonable restraint no fear of reoccurrence, a
simple one hundred percent cure.
(continued below The greatest disease II
Copyright © Gregory Cox | Year Posted 2010
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